Light House

The “Light House” is an experimental mashup of two of my favorite pieces; “Golden Hour” and “I Patiently Waited.” Both poems are featured in my third book, Isle of Skye.

I was playing around with premier for another project and this kinda just fell into place. Something about it felt raw, like even though it wasn’t perfect, I needed to share it as is. Love itself is imperfect, but beautiful, and that’s how this random creation made me feel.

Fun fact: They were written about three years apart from each other.

These poems are originally very different in style and tone yet had something in common—they were both about the idea of waiting for that special “someone.” Soulmate, true love, the “one”. They both speak to the lingering hope that the ‘other half of you’ is somewhere out there searching for you too (if you haven’t found them yet, that is). Each original poem ends in the acceptance of being alone or facing the fact that the person may never come…. this commonality made them the perfect mix-match. Much like when two very different people meet and fall in love. Opposites attract and often collide, but there is always something that binds them together as one.

I chose to title the new piece “Light House” because everything about the poem reminded me of one. It is always on the edge of the sea, guiding sailors home to their loved ones ashore. It is a beacon of hope, forever waiting patiently for someone’s safe return. The metaphor extends further, but I’m too tired to write eloquently.

Last but not least, when I imagine a soul calling for its other half, I always imagine a light beaming from the heart, just like a light house; shining brightly in the night, as if to say, “Follow the light, and I’ll be here waiting for you.” Or as a lighthouse would say, “boooooooooooooop.” The title is broken into two words for that reason, the soul houses the light.

Cat’s outta the bag….I’m a hopeless romantic.

Peace, love, and la-di-daaaaa…
Natalie

Edit: BY THE WAY Sam Smith has nothing to do with this, but his song is as equally heart-wrenching.



love, PoetryNatalie Nascenzi